Phil Kaye: Why We Tell Stories

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Talking Pets or What I stumbled upon today :-)

I will let the music and band speak for itself. Just happy to share this new discovery.

“Talking Pets is not a band! It’s just one guitar, one drum kit, one bass guitar, one synthesizer, no tricks! There are four members, two different hair cuts, three mustaches, three driver’s licenses and definitely no fear of pop music. Their interests besides music: swedish food and furniture, girls who can sing and… girls who can’t.

All band members are located in munich, yet they are not rich. Maybe they will be someday, but not now. During the winter some of them tend to wear warm shoes, others don’t. There are plans that the band is going to play a show in your hometown soon. But plans may change.”

Talking Pets

Pavement Gardens – Creating Healthy Free Food for All

A friend and fellow storyteller from South Africa, wrote me this beautiful inspiring story of her free vegetable pavement garden. Thought it just needed further sharing!

Amanzi Veg garden 008 (2)

As you can see from the photo, I live behind a high wall, which has
electric fencing on the top of it. A couple of months ago, all the
pavements on my side of the road were dug up to put in high speed
Cabling. I thought, “dam it! Let me turn a lemon into a lemonade”. So
I moved all my pretty flowers which were on the pavement, (my sons
inherited a lot, and some I replanted inside, and friends got others)
After the cabling went in, I planted vegetables, and created a vegetable
pavement garden: Spinach, lots of tomatoes, beans, butternut (squash)
moroggo (a SA spinach which black people love). I got a few old tyres,
sprayed them orange and filled them with good soil. I placed the tyres 
where the soil was bad, or close to the edge of the Road where rain
water often washes away plants. I have a few pretty flowers like
marigolds, nasturtiums, zinnias – but they are there to deter bugs
mostly. I have a sign on the pavement which says:
Pick what you can eat, but leave some for your brothers and
sisters. Healthy free vegetables!

I was driving home from shopping last week, and as I came round the
corner, I almost drove into a black man carrying a large bunch of
spinach. He waved at me with a grin from ear to ear, waving the spinach
in the air, saying thank you! I stopped the car, and said: But you
didn’t leave any for your brothers and sisters! (for he had picked just
about all the spinach). With another Huge grin he said, “no problem, I
will share it with my brothers and sisters at home!” What could I say,
I was delighted. This is part of my dream for 2013 – that many more
people plant pavement gardens, creating healthy food for all. And
although this doesn’t bring the walls down, perhaps it helps to make
them a little less solid. And who know what Stories will come out of
talking to people on my pavement!

Der Panther

Im Jardin des Plantes, Paris

Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, dass er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.

Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte,
der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht,
ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte,
in der betäubt ein großer Wille steht.

Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille
sich lautlos auf -. Dann geht ein Bild hinein,
geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille –
und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.

Rainer Maria Rilke, 6.11.1902, Paris

The “Receive Message” Button

How many times can one hit the “receive message” button?
Simply to be disappointed over and over again,
No message is coming in any more.

How long can one stare at the same wall?
Hoping that one day, one final future moment,
The look of it might feel different.

How often can one check Skype?
Only to realize, that even if he is online,
There’ll be no call.

How disappointed can one get?
Still believing, if only I gave him one more chance,
He might have been my prince.

How many times will I hit the “receive message” button?
Only to have the appearing of nothingness
Remind me, that it’s really over.

How many raindrops do I need to count?
Before they finally start washing away
The memory of all the pain,
and beauty.

13. November 2012 / München, Germany

Efforts for our world.

The plain fact is that the planet does not need more “successful” people.
But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every shape and form.
It needs people who live well in their places.
It needs people of moral courage willing to join the effort to make the world habitable and humane.
And these needs have little to do with success as our culture has defined it.

David Orr, Founder of the Meadowcreek Project, an environmental education centre.